Games Song of the dead.

[Lier]

{A never ending thread of any type of writing, from poetry, rap, metal, pop, opera etc etc etc

Writing anything from your original writings to lyrics, quote or words that stuck with you from any medium book, even a random thing you heard anywhere, any language}

I know the name it's pretty cliché both name and poem but, I'm like that, I write occasionally :

Lurking in the dark
Withering once again
Everyone wish they can re-start
I know I'm gonna end up here again


I can take your heart
Don't wanna end up breaking again
In the hope of a tyndall ray
Taking out some way
Lurking in dark
Withering once again
Even if I got a chance
I'm gonna end up here again


Longest day of life
Searching for silence in quite
Choir of moonlight
Clench the rose
For the love of thones
From who can you hide
When you are afraid to let anything out


Is it wrong to say i didn't asked to be born
Or please on my death day don't mourn
Done pretending like i doesn't care
Words piercing through styroskin
Lurking in the dark
Withering once again

 

[AnimusLapsus]

Below is the legendary intro to Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House, arguably one of the greatest and most exalted intros to a novel in modern literature:

"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met nearly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."

 

[Zamazenta]

Союз нерушимый республик свободных
Сплотила навеки Великая Русь.
Да здравствует созданный волей народов
Единый, могучий Советский Союз!

Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина — сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!

Сквозь грозы сияло нам солнце свободы,
И Ленин великий нам путь озарил:
На правое дело он поднял народы,
На труд и на подвиги нас вдохновил!

Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина — сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!

В победе бессмертных идей коммунизма
Мы видим грядущее нашей страны,
И Красному знамени славной Отчизны
Мы будем всегда беззаветно верны!

 

[Pale_Rider]

 

[mysticatedwine]

NOTHING: What greater pleasure is there than to stop thinking? To halt at last
the flow of more or less useful or more or less important ideas. To stop
thinking. To be as though dead yet still be able to come to life again. To be
emptiness itself. To return to one's very origins. To stop even being someone
thinking about nothing. To be nothing. That is a worthwhile ambition.

Edmond Wells, Encyclopedia of Relative and Absolute Knowledge

Empire Of The Ants, Bernard Werber, 1998